[Quick Pass] The target of the strategy is the fine points

Gu Qingyan looked at him firmly, pinched her brows irritably and said sincerely: "Just don't play dead."

Song Chenyun watched the white shadow disappear with a question mark on his face, and his eyes hidden under the mask suddenly opened to look at the empty hall.

"weirdo…"

He checked the spiritual power of his body, it was running smoothly, and he even sucked in the tacit operation here unintentionally.

Maybe it was because of that person just now, his aura and magic energy can be used alternately, and even switched.

It's like two sets of different containers, but they are one.

With such a physique, it is more than enough for him to pretend to be a righteous person, without the slightest risk of being discovered.

He hates things that are out of his control, and even more hates the feeling of being played by others, especially in terms of strength.

"My lord, Yun Zhuo has found it, should we bring him in or throw him directly into the Ten Thousand Ghosts' Cave?"

The person hidden in the black robe quietly appeared, knelt down on one knee and did not dare to look at the person in the main seat, his body was covered with thick blood, and in a trance, he could even see the ghosts and ghosts entwined around him, protruding from head to toe. There was a chill.

"Bring it in." Song Chenyun put his hands on his face, his eyes were unclear.

To put it bluntly, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave is just a punishment tool of the Demon Realm. Different people were ruthlessly thrown in. Some were covered in poison and festered into a lump of cancer, and some became addicted to murder. The people above stood at the entrance of the cave and watched them exchange Killing, drinking blood and eating meat.

It's like an evil spirit escaped from hell, so terrifying.

The tail of the ever-burning lamp was blown up by the wind, and the tinkling of tiny bells was strange and charming.

The well-dressed young man was brought in, with an arrogant expression as if he was patrolling his own territory, until he saw the person on the main seat, his expression changed.

"How is your lord doing well recently?"

Yun Zhuo had a smile on his face, showing no sign of fear.

After all, Mozun never cared about these extraneous matters, but the experience of dying told him that the two of them were of the same kind.

"Kneel down!" The black-robed man who brought him here directly kicked him to his knees. Yun Zhuo couldn't dodge and was kicked straight, his knees hit the ground with a bang, and his face finally became ugly.

"I think you may have forgotten that the current right protector has been replaced, and even our subordinates are higher than your position." The man in black robe spoke harshly, as if mocking his stupidity.

"Ying, step back." Song Chenyun didn't speak until now, so the previous behavior was also his acquiescence.

Like a spectator, looking at Yun Zhuo triumphantly, thinking that his plan is perfect, that he is invincible.

The black-robed man stepped back slowly and closed the open door along the way.

"Wen Lan? You valued him very much when I was the right protector, and he couldn't wait for me to leave?" Yun Zhuo laughed at himself, as he had expected it.

"Empty seats must be filled by people, otherwise some bugs will always take advantage of them." Song Chenyun said casually, playing with the exquisite carving knife with his fingers.

"Po Lingzong can grasp my whereabouts, I guess you have contributed a lot, or do you really think that I dare not kill you?"

Song Chenyun's tone was suddenly sharp, and the violent demonic energy swept across the entire hall. The severe pain from the meridians made Yun Zhuo sweat profusely, and he bent down hard to suppress, but he still kept silent.

The black boots under the ink robe step down the steps, any sound is like knocking on the apex of a person's heart, the spread of fear is amplified with the approaching footsteps, like endless crying in hell, tearing him to pieces go down.

Song Chenyun raised his hand indifferently, and Yun Zhuo, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly covered his neck in horror, and was pulled to his feet by an invisible force.

His feet gradually flew into the air, as if he felt that time of dying, his face turned purple, and he tried his best to resist the unknown control.

"There is actually a magic weapon in Po Lingzong that suppresses demonic energy, but there is only one of that thing in the whole world. Do you know why?" Song Chenyun looked at him leisurely, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and it seemed like Whispering: "Because I did it with my own hands."

Yun Zhuo's pupils suddenly widened, and a ridiculous thought hovered in his heart, but what he said was only a hoarse voice: "You...!"

"Perhaps you are wondering why I survived the siege of thousands of people." Song Chenyun let go of his hand boredly, and Yun Zhuo fell down like a sandbag, coughing up a mouthful of blood, holding his chest and breathing heavily.

"Impossible... Someone has tried to share demonic energy and spiritual power, and they all died of body explosion. How could you!"

The mask Yun Zhuo hung on his face was finally shattered, and he was extremely crazy, but he couldn't hide the despair and fear deep in his eyes.

Song Chenyun has never been a kind person, otherwise how could he secure the position of Demon Lord?He's just good at faking it.

Everyone thinks that Song Chenyun is just an idiot who is obsessed with lust, but forgets how he got to this position.

The blood flowed thousands of feet, and the bones on the ground were paved with a path for only one person to pass by. The daisies on the side of the road were smudged with blood and nourished its roots. At that time, Song Chenyun was like Shura descending to earth. , his eyes were bright red, as if he was the one moistened by blood.

"At first, I thought it was impossible." Song Chenyun seemed to sigh, and stepped on Yun Zhuo's high head hard, carelessly rubbing the dirt on the soles of his shoes.

"I want you to be willing to be in your current position. Let me think about it. Did Po Lingzong say that you will be in the position after getting rid of me?" Just as Song Chenyun finished speaking, Yun Zhuo's face changed slightly. .

After all, the things in the magic palace are too eye-catching, and any one of them can make people outside fight, and Yunzhuo is no exception.

"Tsk, it seems that I guessed right." The young Demon Venerable was no exception, and stepped on it with another foot: "Let me guess again, you originally thought that after the Pearl Sect got the magic weapon, I would be powerless. Then he was cramp and stripped of bones, never to be reincarnated, so he swaggered into the Demon Realm, but unexpectedly, he was caught by the shadow."

Every time Song Chenyun said something, Yun Zhuo's face turned pale, and the fig leaf was torn off fiercely, letting him know how stupid his luck was, and he also resented himself for being too impatient. If he had known, he should have observed it for a while!

Yun Zhuo felt that a pair of cold hands were placed on his shoulders, and before he begged for mercy, the tip of the carving knife had already scratched his scalp, bringing out a series of blood drops.

It's a pity that he was acupointed, and he could only watch the blood flow from his forehead with his eyes open, and the blood flowed into his eye sockets into tears. The long-term torture had made him numb, and he could only be forced to endure it.

But he didn't expect that this was just the beginning, because Song Chenyun called a few people and asked them to dig a deep hole in the courtyard, and then asked two people to get the mercury.

"I heard that the royal family has a method of punishing criminals that is particularly effective." Song Chenyun looked at the person who was buried in the deep pit with only his head exposed and said slowly: "Bury the person in the ground, make a hole on the head, and put The mercury is poured in, and then the person struggles desperately because he cannot bear the severe pain, and slowly squeezes out from the hole on the top of the head, leaving a piece of intact human skin."

The few people standing beside were drenched in cold sweat from the fear of these words, not to mention Yun Zhuo who was buried in the ground and could not move.

Immediately, he couldn't stop struggling, roaring some nonsense, and then begged for mercy, watching helplessly as a hole was cut on the top of his head, and mercury was slowly poured in front of his eyes.

Not knowing that there is nothing in front of him, struggling in vain with the illusion created by the people in front of him.